#olis

finally making master posts to work with for newcomers to the blog and to have it seem less chaotic than it is!

these two are Olivia and Olive and they come in variations for many different reasons mostly to do with the environments and lifestyles.

here’s the list of animals that will be used to tell Olivias apart and the list of plants that help tell the care needed and personalities of an Olive!

Hydrangea and Spectrolite Olive variant

Anenome and Bloodstone Olive variant

Succulent and Quartz Olive variant

Yellow Carnation and Pyrite Olive variant

Madagascar sunset moth and Sugar glider Olivia variant

Newfoundland, 1825

Susanna Ainsworth is an exile. After rejecting countless marriage proposals, her merchant father banished her across the Atlantic to her uncle's whaling outpost on Newfoundland's northern coastline, where she's spent the past two years with only her aunt and her secret journals for company. But Susanna knows what she must do to return to London: crush her outspokenness, keep sweet, and prove she'll do whatever society (or this small version of it) expects of her. If losing herself is the price, she’ll pay it.

Elisha Barrett, Captain of His Majesty’s Ship Persistence, will leave his mark on the landscape even if it kills him. The son of a famous naval Captain and failed Arctic explorer who died under mysterious circumstances, he jumped at the chance to join Parry's Expedition to find the illusive Northwest Passage and finish what his father started. Skewing his direct orders, he sails Persistence as far as she can go into the ice, until it's too late...

Thanks to @boatcats for tagging me in a fun little puzzle, where you post sentences from your current WIP that each start with a letter in HANDS. It was fun going through all my scenes and seeing which ones best fit the prompt! This is from my histrom, Over Land, Ice, & Sea and is what I refer to as “The Shawl Scene.”

H: He looked at her shawl, spread across her chest. His chin raised, and he met her eyes, and she wanted him to touch her again.

A: And now he was at her left side, a piece of fabric-- oh, the shawl returned to its rightful place, cascading over her shoulders, a barrier restored.

N: “No, never like me,” he laughed.

D: Do you care?

S: She remembered every word, bits and pieces she could track down, see in her memory, woven words, a loom of her thoughts.